Long long ago when man was just another animal roaming the
wilderness, not superior to any other creature and certainly no safer. Man’s
daily quest for survival started with the basics: food, water and shelter. On a
good day there was time for other pursuits; maybe there was time to make a
flint tool or a hide shawl. At night huddled around a fire in a cave man began
making art, it started with a hand dipped in ochre or some other medium and
then pressed against the cave wall to say “I was here”.
From there cave art developed into a narrative of the day’s activities:
what man did, what man saw. Man was not thinking how to make things better or
what his rival tribe was doing. When he had down time man was reliving daily
scenes and telling stories through cave art. Often the scenes depicted were of
animals or more particularly of man hunting animals.
In France and Spain there are cave art images showing
hunters with pointy sticks trying to bring down muscular cattle with long up
turned horns. These cattle were called aurochs (latin name: Bos primigenius).
Aurochs were much bigger than today’s beasts and had much
more aggressive temperament. Aurochs survived until fairly recently. They
survived ice ages and millennia of hunting but they did not survive the
scientific revolution of the 17th Century. Cross breeding of aurochs
with cattle that were easier to handle resulted in their demise. The last full
blood auroch cow died in 1627. Their
genes can be found in almost all modern cattle breeds today.
You would think the story of the auroch would end there, but
no. In the early 1920’s two German brothers, Heinz and Lutz Heck thought the auroch
should and could be bought back from extinction. Using Spanish fighting bulls
as a base stock they began a program of back breeding to bring the auroch
genetics to the fore. Within two years they announced their success with a
new/old breed of cattle.
Nowadays these cattle are called Heck Cattle; although
massive they are smaller than a true auroch but like the auroch they are known for
their feisty temperament.
We had just crossed the German border into the Czech
Republic en-route to Cesky Krumlov and were driving down a winding rural road
when we saw a glimpse of an enormous bull standing alone in a paddock. We
pulled over for a look and recognised the beast to be a Heck bull.
The small lane next to the paddock had a herd of Heck cattle.
I began taking pictures. As I became more confident and edged closer to the
fence, I noticed another bull and he noticed me.
He began bellowing and digging
at the ground throwing dirt into the air. The noise he was making was higher
pitched and more urgent than any sound made by a bull that I have ever heard. I
would be lying to say that it wasn’t an unsettling experience and I began to
wonder if the fence would contain him if he wanted to charge. Slowly and without
making eye contact I backed away.
Later in the safety of Hotwheels I wondered what the real auroch
would be like…. bigger, more powerful, more aggressive and louder. I then
thought of what it would be like to try hunting such a beast armed only with my
wits and a pointy stick. I concluded in
the age of the caveman I would have been a vegetarian.
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